Frank approached his car holding some fresh cut flowers. Opening the back passenger door, he clenched his closed lips tight against his teeth. Attempting a smile as he placed the flowers into the sun-bleached car seat. He stroked the near edge of the carseat as if it were a child, and blinked away a tear. “I shouldn’t’ve been so quick to suggest that she take you with her on the trip.”
The door only latched half way when he shut it, but that didn’t matter. He slumped into the drivers seat, where he remained. Keys between legs. Eyes shut tight.